Chapter 612

Dr. Rajiv smiled, "You can play some quiet games, but no running or jumping, and try not to get too excited. Your head injury needs time to heal."

Travis immediately raised his hand, "I can tell Gabriel stories! I know lots of stories!"

The adults chuckled at Travis's innocent declaration.

Just then, the hospital room door was gently pushed open again, and Celine, Claire, and Yara walked in, each carrying bags of breakfast and fruit.

"Looks like we came at the perfect time!" Celine's eyes lit up when she saw Gabriel awake, "How's our little hero feeling?"

"Good morning, Celine!" Gabriel greeted politely, then his eyes brightened as he looked at Yara behind her, "Yara!"

Yara's eyes immediately reddened.

She put down her things and quickly walked to the bedside, but stood there nervously, wringing her hands.

Gabriel tilted his head, looking at Yara, who had cared for him since he was little, and suddenly reached out his small hand, "Yara, hug!"

This simple invitation was the last straw for Yara's emotions.

She carefully avoided Gabriel's injury and gently hugged him, tears streaming down her face, "I'm sorry, Yara didn't protect you."

"It's not Yara's fault," Gabriel said seriously, repeating what Henry and Zoey had told him last night, "Dad said those bad guys had been targeting us for a while."

Travis climbed onto Yara's lap and used his small hands to wipe her tears, "Yara, don't cry. The bad guys were caught by the police!"

Claire opened the breakfast bags, and the aroma quickly filled the room. "We brought sandwiches, seafood porridge, and fresh fruit. The hospital food is too bland; the kids need something good."

In the midst of laughter and chatter, the hospital room soon turned into a warm family gathering.

Celine set up the hospital bed table, Claire arranged the utensils, and Henry was in charge of keeping the two overly excited kids in bed.

Zoey watched the scene, feeling a sudden wave of emotion. Just 24 hours ago, she had been trapped in a nightmare of fear, and now, her family was reunited, with sunlight, food, and laughter filling this small space.

Yara carefully fed Gabriel porridge, afraid that any movement might hurt him.

Travis held his own spoon but occasionally fed Gabriel bites of his favorite mango.

Gabriel, though saying "I can eat by myself," still accepted Travis's kindness.

"Eat slowly, don't choke," Zoey gently reminded, wiping food from Travis's mouth.

"Mom, eat too!" Travis scooped some porridge and raised it high to feed Zoey.

Zoey smiled and accepted Travis's offer.

This ordinary spoonful of porridge tasted better than any gourmet meal to her, because it was the flavor of survival, the taste of regained happiness.

Sunlight had filled the room, casting a golden glow on everyone's smiles.

Outside, the waves of Marigoldia gently lapped the shore, whispering that the darkest night had passed, and a new day was dawning.

The warm breakfast atmosphere in Marigoldia Hospital's children's ward was abruptly interrupted by a piercing phone ring.

Henry glanced at the caller ID and his brow furrowed; it was the local police station.

"This is Henry," he answered, his voice low.

The room fell silent, everyone stopping what they were doing and focusing on Henry.

Zoey, who was wiping Gabriel's mouth, froze, sensing the change in Henry's expression. His usually gentle eyes were now cold as ice, his jaw clenched tightly.

"Are you sure it's him?" Henry's voice dropped, carrying a dangerous calm, "Alright, I understand."

After hanging up, Henry's fingers tightened around the phone, knuckles turning white.

He took a deep breath and looked at the room full of expectant faces.

"It's Upton," Henry spat out the name like poison, "He paid people to kidnap Gabriel and Travis."

The room's atmosphere seemed to freeze instantly.

Claire's plastic bowl fell to the floor, Celine gasped, and Zoey's expression shifted from shock to a terrifying calm, her eyes igniting with cold fury.

"That scumbag!" Celine exploded first, slamming her fist on the bed table, rattling the utensils, "Even after being castrated, he can't behave!"

"He's not even human!" Claire's voice trembled with anger, "Going after a three-year-old, doesn't he fear karma?"

Gabriel and Travis were frightened by the adults' reactions, looking uneasily at Zoey.

Zoey mechanically patted the children's heads, her touch gentle, but her face darkened ominously.

She suddenly stood up, the chair scraping loudly against the floor.

"Zoey?" Henry looked at her, alarmed.

Zoey didn't respond, heading straight for the door, her pace quickening.

Her tense back radiated a chilling aura.

"Oh no!" Claire realized, her face paling, "Mr. Windsor! Stop Zoey! She's going to confront Upton!"

Henry's pupils contracted; Upton's room was on the seventh floor of this building. Since Zoey had castrated him last time, he had been recovering here, under police guard.

"Yara, watch the kids!" Henry shouted, rushing out, followed by Celine and Claire.

In the hallway, Zoey had already covered some distance, her high heels clicking rapidly on the floor, like a countdown to doom.

Several nurses intended to approach her but wisely stepped aside upon seeing her expression.

"Zoey! Wait!" Henry quickened his pace, but Zoey seemed deaf to any sound, heading straight for the elevator and pressing the up button.

In the few seconds the elevator doors opened and closed, Henry caught up to Zoey.

He grabbed her wrist, "Calm down."

"Calm down?" Zoey turned, and Henry's heart sank. Her eyes were red, not from tears, but from a rage he had never seen before. "Upton had my children kidnapped! Gabriel almost died! How can I calm down?"

The elevator doors opened on the seventh floor, and Zoey shook off Henry's hand, striding towards the room at the end of the hallway.

Two uniformed Marigoldia police officers sat at the door, engrossed in their phones.

Hearing footsteps, they looked up to see a beautiful woman with a murderous expression heading straight for them.